Buried Blueprint

Black soil clings to fingernails while the spiral of a fossilized ammonite emerges from the garden bed, its grooves tracing paths like ancient nerve endings. These calcified curves suggest that every pulse of life follows an architecture etched long ago in the dark silt. To trace these ridges is to find oneself not as a traveler, but as part of the sediment itself. The boundary between warm skin and cold earth softens into one singular, enduring anatomy.